Perhaps I would wear white and expect you in black,
On that day,
it would be a three course meal instead of our evening snack.

Perhaps the most obnoxious truth would drown in the scotch,
You & I flying this high that demons would fail to catch.

I would sing to you..
You would play our love-song..
I would finally ask you out for dance,
You would suddenly smile and snatch away my glance.
Perhaps we would build our home.

Home free from greedy gods,
Home not swallowed by lunatics,
Home up above the mountains..
Home near the banyan tree.

Perhaps even then they would still call us by names..
Perhaps “newly wedded” would not be one of those..
Who cares?
We would always call this: A Bilal & Ahmed Love Story.
Always.